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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 5:29 pm
Posted with the permission of Suoh's player.
Sun streamed through the window, lighting up the coffee held in slender hands. Around him, the chatter of voices buzzed and Suoh sighed, leaning back in his chair, adjusting his hat. Funny how when he had his clothes on and a hat on paired with sunglasses, no one recognized him anymore. He just faded from the world, melting into the background, becoming almost… Normal for once.
Suoh snorted. Wishful thinking. With his face plastered on the billboard right outside the door, he’d never be normal. It was an unfortunate matter though it was one he found he didn’t care about it as much as he did when he had first started modeling.
Absently, slender fingers traced over his stomach, tracing out the word that resided there. A word Suoh had never asked for and one he hadn’t noticed until one it was pointed out at the photo shoot. Yes, Suoh was absent minded. A smile graced his lips. Absent minded to the point of clumsy sin. He walked into things on occasion and sometimes forgot he was holding things and dropped them onto white shirts and white pants…
Okay… So some of that may have been on purpose. Seriously, some of the outfits were uncomfortable. He didn’t know whypeople liked to portray him as innocent and sweet. He wasn’t like that… was he?
Suoh climbed out of his seat, downed the last of his coffee and headed for the door. Of course, we mentioned he was absent minded, no? This resulted in him tripping over one of the tables (How do you do that?) and landing sprawled on the floor. Lovely.
The mid afternoon stop for coffee was mandatory for this young man, and Kiyoshi Handa was more than happy to be able to slip into the coffee shop where he didn’t know anyone. Kiyoshi wasn’t someone who enjoyed being pestered by other people too often, and today was one of his ‘off days’- he was more interested in being left alone than talking to people. He didn’t get very far into the place before he heard a clatter of a table being knocked to the side, though.
At first, the male thought nothing of it. It was often noisy in places like this. That’s when he felt something in his gut. Something told him that he should turn around, and see if everyone was okay. Scowling to himself, Kiyoshi turned to the right, running a hand through his chestnut hair in exasperation. He wasn’t in the mood for this sort of thing. But again, something was tingling in his stomach- a gut feeling- and he found that someone had fallen. A man, not older than himself, surely.
Looking up through hazel-green eyes, Kiyo’s cat-ears would have twitched forward- if he still had them. Scratching his lower stomach that was suddenly itching, he found himself wandering over to the other male- who had seemingly tripped over the table. Offering a hand, he frowned. Why was he doing this? He didn’t usually want anything to do with people he didn’t know- not in this setting, anyway.
The frown on Kiyo’s face wasn’t intimidating- simply thoughtful- and he waited for a reaction, wondering if the other would accept his help.
Suoh lay sprawled on the floor, busily muttering curses to himself. At least there wasn’t a crowd above him who happened to recognize. He could hear a few people laughing but none were bothering to come help him. Haha, laugh up, a** holes.
Suoh began to push himself up off the floor and blinked when he saw a hand offered to him. Normally, he would have laughed and thanked the stranger but not not taken his hand. This time, his hand moved of its own accord, grasping the steady hand and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. In front of him stood a rather… well, a rather handsome man. Chestnut hair, nice body, the works. Suoh flushed, embarrassed that he had seen him fall. The man didn’t look happy about it either.
“Er… Sorry.” Suoh chuckled softly and went to rake a hand through his hair, temporarily forgetting about his hat and knocking it to the floor. Crap! Already a few people were recognizing him. So Suoh did the only thing he could to refrain from being caught in a mob. He panicked, grabbed the man’s hand and dragged him with him out of the coffee shop, heading down the street, hoping to mingle. This is when he noticed that his stomach was tingling, itching. Suoh grimaced and scratched at it then realized he was pulling someone with him. Great, of all the times to forget things. Stopping, he turned and tried to make up an excuse.
“I… wanted to thank you properly?” Wow, that was craptastic, Suoh. Make up another dumb excuse.
The next few moments, to Kiyo, seemed to be one giant blur. The hat had slipped aside, and the male looked incredibly familiar. However, Kiyoshi didn’t have time to think about that as the others hand tucked into his, and he was forcibly removed from the venue that they were currently in.
As he was rushed along, he spied the advertisement outside, and his eyes widened. He was running along with a person that had that same face… Looking at the model on the ad, and then at the exact same model that had pulled him along, Kiyo became incredibly confused. What was going on- oh. He didn’t want to be recognized. Sighing very slightly, he pulled his hand away from the other as he frowned. His own stomach was itching again, and it was starting to get irritating. Hiking his shirt up very slightly so he could get better access to the skin there, he let his fingers carefully graze across the scar tissue that was patterned across his lower belly. It didn’t seem to help though, and the itching simply became a burning sensation, like when you scratch at a mosquito bite for too long. Getting annoyed at it, Kiyo looked back up at the other, hoping to take his mind off it.
Hearing the words from the other made the brown haired male smirk. “And so you pulled me along out here, hm?” His voice was smooth, and somewhat melodic. It was obvious that he was easy with his words, and he stood as though he held a handful more self confidence than the average man. Hand on his slender hip, nose pointed ever so slightly in the air so that he seemed a lot taller than he was- which wasn’t all that tall really- Kiyoshi watched Suoh with a smirk. It wasn’t mocking, for once, though- it was almost curious. It seemed to Kiyo as though he was starting another infatuation- which wasn’t all that uncommon. However, his infatuations usually had some reason for falling into place. This time, it seemed to be sprouting from no where.
Stormy blue eyes flickered down to where the stranger was scratching at a word scrawled across his stomach. Odd, Suoh had one just like-- His blood ran cold and his jaw dropped slightly. There, scrawled across the almost flawless skin was 'Vanity'. The hell?! It made no sense. In a few of his pictures, the word 'Vanity' was perfectly visible on his own stomach but who would go as far as to actually get the same thing? Plus, it seemed like Kiyo was completely unaware of this fact. Suoh swallowed thickly.
"Uh... where did you get that?" Suoh pointed vaguely to where the stranger was scratching his stomach and in turn scratched his own stomach. This was weird. Like straight of the X-Files weird and Suoh wasn't sure he liked it. He knew he should have stayed home today. Suoh looked around them, realized they were in the middle of the sidewalk and dragged the other man into a restaurant, towards the bathroom. Once there, he unbuttoned his own shirt and let it hang open, 'Vanity' scrawled in large letters, having completely forgotten the question he had been asked.
"So, um, if your a creepy stalker and all that, it's okay but... Um, Hey, stalkers are just fans with more devotion and I guess that cool... But just a little creepy." Suoh held his index finger away from his thumb to prove a point and shrugged, raking the hand through his hair before tugging off the sunglasses, blue eyes surveying the stranger in silence.
Kiyo had noticed the others eyes lingering on his stomach, and self consciously, he tugged his shirt down over his belly again. The other was looking at him strangely, and in that instant, Kiyo found himself feeling nervous. Why was he being looked at like that? Whatever the reason, he didn’t like it- not at all. And that was when he was tugged away again.
Whoever this guy was- no, well, Kiyoshi had established who the other was, even if only vaguely- he seemed to like hauling Kiyo around, and that thought would have ordinarily amused the male. However, given the circumstances, he didn’t feel amused at all- he felt somewhat jittery. What was this leading to?
The rush through the diner, and then the halt in the bathroom set Kiyo further on edge, as did the fact that the other seemed to be removing his shirt. However, all trepidation disappeared when Kiyo saw the marking across the others lower stomach. It was the exact same as his own. Turning cold, he slowly looked up at the other. Hearing the words, but not really registering them until the other had finished talking, and seemed to be expecting an answer, Kiyoshi found himself pulling his own shirt up, looking at his mark.
That was when the implications of the other hit. “What? I am not a fan- not meaning any offence, of course.” His words were slow, and rich with his voice. Again, it seemed as though he had his own way with words. “I’ve had this for… I can’t remember how long. I was in an accident. I woke up and had this.” He shrugged. “Don’t accuse me. How do you think I feel seeing that on you?” Kiyo was slightly confused- well, more than slightly confused. Standing there in the bathroom with someone who was as good as a complete stranger, and admiring each others scars. Really, it was an odd way to spend his afternoon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 7:06 pm
How did Suoh expect Kiyo to feel? Flattered of course. After all, he was a model. How many people did you see with the same... Whatever-it-was as you? Not many at all.
Full lips turned down in a pout they were so good at making and Suoh worried his lower lip between his teeth, hands going to his hips. So if this man wasn't a fan, then what was he? How could the word have suddenly appeared? Mind you, that's what had happened to Suoh. A small jolt of electricity ran up Suoh's spine and he, for some odd reason, reluctantly buttoned up his shirt.
"This makes no sense." Suoh finally ventured forth, shaking his head as he tried to sort out the strange, new revelations. What a day! A low sigh gusted past his lips and he closed his eyes, removing his icy gaze from the stranger before him. His thoughts were muddled, jumbling together without any evident order.
Here, before him, was a man he'd never met before who had the same marking as him and it had appeared in the same manner and his.
"This is so weird." Suoh wrapped his arms around his waist and hung his head, dark hair falling across his face as he tapped his hip. "... Mine isn't a tattoo, y'know. It just appeared... Like yours." He glanced up and wrinkled his nose. "What the heck does it mean then?" Why was he asking him. This man appeared to be about as clueless as Suoh was.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 7:21 pm
Kiyoshi didn't feel flattered, to the sure disappointment of the other male that was standing in the bathroom with him. It was confusing, and incredibly annoying. That's what it was. But Kiyo himself knew that now that there was a reason for him to keep an eye out on the other, he would. Already, the infatuation with the other person had started. Kiyo would be the last to admit it, but he was intrigued about the others past now. What had happened for the scarring to appear on Suoh?
Hearing his words, Kiyo looked up, his face displaying an emotion close to annoyance. "I have no idea what it means. And I know it's weird. Maybe, if we forget it, and don't come near each other, it'll be easier to forget," he said, frowning. He didn't want to go away. He was happy here, talking to this strange person about a word scrawled across his pelvis. Odd, the way things worked out sometimes, wasn't it?
He watched the way the other male moved. Suoh seemed to be very fluent in his actions, and it was calming, even in this absurd situation. They were still standing in a bathroom- a public bathroom at that- and looking at each others stomachs, whether they wanted to admit that or not. "Look, sorry. For freaking you out. But come on, I have no idea what's going on either. It's just, very odd." That's the only conclusion the young man could draw, so he left it at that. Sure, Suoh could try and figure it out if he liked. It didn't mean that Kiyo would try and understand it.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 8:12 pm
(-bows down for the activeness then goes back to being quiet- heart )
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 8:30 pm
It took Suoh and Kiyoshi only another week to figure out what the strange marks meant. Neither of them had wanted to stop trying to figure it out. And even though they’d left their strange bathroom meeting without a further word to each other, both men knew that it had been important to find each other again now. And it hadn’t been hard. Kiyo had gone back to that same café, hoping to find Suoh there. And he had. The pair had talked it out, exchanged smiles, laughs, and cell phone numbers. And throughout the next two months, they became close friends.
And so it had started that through a chance meeting, Kiyoshi had found his infatuation to be a new and very close friend.
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